A/N: Luna here. For anyone wondering, I'll be changing things from canon, big shocker I know. Ages will be up a year from canon, making most of the main cast 16 pushing 17. Spoilers for the main series will come up now and then so if you aren't caught up for the most part you might hold off on reading.

I hope you enjoy!


Hikari Morita sat in a hospital room, watching her son's steady breathing. She had slept for roughly 3 of the last 24 hours. Her whole world had been upturned, half of it vanishing like it never existed. The bags under her eyes were stained with what little makeup she had on when she got the call. She had begged whatever deity that let this happen would let her son pull through. She hadn't accepted the news of her husband passing, not in her heart. Even if it was witnessed firsthand by a hero, she had to deny it to stay sane for the time being.

She still had her son, he was still here.

There was a knock on the door, a doctor standing there with a clipboard in hand. She didn't even notice him walk into the door frame, or if he had even been there long. "Mrs. Morita, you have more family here to visit." The man stepped aside, as three people stepped in. Two women rushed to her side, hugging her with tears in their eyes.

"Oh Kari, we're so sorry.." Shizuka Izumi and Shino Sosaki, Hikari's two sisters hugged her tightly. She couldn't even form a response as she broke down again. Koji Izumi stood off to the side, a sad look in his eyes as he talked to the doctor. Nobody was sure if anything would be ok in the family, yet none of them would give up on each other.


3 Weeks Later

The room was quiet other than the soft hums and beeps of various medical equipment. Hikari was sleeping, if you could call it that, on a chair by the window. There was an assortment of cards, balloons, flowers and small gifts on the table in the room. The woman was trying her best to be hopeful, but everybody kept saying to prepare for the worst.

Suddenly, the machinery by the bed started going haywire, the beeping louder, almost deafening as doctors rushed into the room. Before they could check on anything, Kazuma sat up, gasping for air before letting out a loud scream. Everybody in the room froze, an unexplainable fear preventing them from even taking a breath as they looked into the boy's eyes.

A near infinite amount of colors flashed in his irises before they went back to being colorless. It was like watching a supernova, a sight nobody in the room would forget. Hikari rushed to her son, hugging him tightly as he regained his senses. Tears spilled from his eyes for sorrow he couldn't understand, information he couldn't process.

After a few minutes, the pained expression on Kazuma's face shifted to a blank one as he glanced around. "Where… am I?" He looked at the woman hugging him as she released him from her embrace, tears in her eyes. "Who are you?"

Hikari felt a tightness in her chest. For the second time, her heart broke.


5 Months Later

Kazuma sat in his room, most of his belongings in boxes besides the things he was currently placing into his bag. He didn't remember getting most of the items, let alone why they meant so much to him. From what his mother told him, most of them were gifts from his family.

Apparently he had amnesia, yet the doctors couldn't figure out why. He remembered everything he learned in school, but not the names of any classmates or teachers. He could vaguely remember that he has friends, but couldn't remember their faces or names. Luckily he had remembered his mother a week after he woke up. Everything in his head was hazy, like looking at a reflection in a muddy puddle. He zipped his bag up, checking his room again just in case.

He heard a knock on his door before it opened. "Kazuma, you got everything you need?" He nodded, slinging his bag onto his shoulders before walking to the door. "Are you sure? We won't see these boxes until we start unpacking at our new place."

He looked back at his room, a twinge of sadness hitting his heart for a reason he didn't know. He could feel emotions about things he didn't know, and it only made him more confused. "Are we not going straight there?" His mother shook her head, "we're gonna go visit your aunt Shizu, remember?"

He nodded, almost forgetting about that. There was just way too much information fighting for space in his head right now. Luckily for him, his family loved him and never got mad about it, not in front of him at least. He could tell they were always sad, and he was too. Something was missing besides his memory, but nobody would explain it to him. It frustrated him, but he carried on because… well he didn't know. It was just something he felt like he had to do, be strong for those around him no matter what.

The pair walked through their home, boxes in every room, furniture labeled and covered in plastic. They were moving from their house to an apartment, somewhere far. He didn't mind, his mom said somewhere new would help him. She was smart like that, to him at least.


A few days after saying goodbye to their home, Kazuma had made strides in his recovery. He remembered his birthday, September 12th, all on his own. He remembered a few things about his aunt and uncle, along with some of their heroic deeds. He started remembering heroes as well. It wasn't until they had unpacked most of their belongings in their new home that issues came up.

Hikari was preparing their lunch in the kitchen when Kazuma came up to her, excited to give her good news.

"Mom! Mom! I remembered something else!" She turned to face him, a smile on her face as she set everything down.

"Well, let's hear it, what did you remember this time hun?"

"You used to be blonde, and your hair was spiky!" Kazuma stood proud, he was gonna be normal again in no time.

"My hair has always been blue sweety, maybe you're thinking of someone else?" He shook his head, he was sure of his memories. "Nuh uh, you were blonde, and aunt Shizu had green hair!"

Hikari was at a loss for words. Her son was doing well, but this never happened before. If he remembered something, it was always something true. 'Maybe he's mixing up information with heroes' she thought, reaching up to grab a picture frame. She set it down in front of him, pointing to herself and her sisters. "Kazuma, this has always been our hair color, I think you're having an information mixup."

Kazuma stared at the picture for a few seconds, studying the details. She was right, he could see it, but he remembered it differently. He looked up briefly, his silver eyes turning red for the briefest of moments before he lost his balance, falling to the floor.

Hikari rushed to her son, lifting his head up with her hand as his eyes once again shifted through color after color. Her chest tightened as she was powerless to help him. She didn't know what was happening or how to even help. Kazuma layed there, a blank expression on his face as he remembered things that he knew were wrong. He was helpless and scared as his vision faded, drifting into unconsciousness as he remembered another thing.

All Might had saved him from something, but he didn't know what he was saved from.


2 Years Later

Kazuma Morita

Nervous doesn't begin to describe how I feel. After a couple years, I was ready to go back to school.

Ever since I lost my memories, I've been homeschooled by various tutors. I still have future lessons with them to make sure I don't fall behind, but that's not what I'm nervous about. I haven't even talked to another kid my age for more than a minute or two, let alone make any friends. How am I supposed to survive the day without shutting down and looking like an idiot?

I was pulled from my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder. Looking up at my mother, I was reminded that she already spoke to all the faculty about my condition, and what to do if something goes wrong. 'Right, gotta keep calm, deep breath' I ran a hand over the strap of my bag. I could do this, no problem right?

After parting ways with my mother, I was led to the classroom by one of the teachers. I could already hear the kids in the room talking amongst themselves as I stopped at the door. The teacher went in to calm them down as I waited, doing my best to keep my composure.

'I practiced this so many times, I can do this. Remember the words'

The door opened and I was beckoned inside, standing in front of the class. I didn't dare look at them, silently doing my breathing exercise to stay calm as they all waited patiently. Swallowing my nervousness, I looked up, meeting all their gazes, more afraid than I was before.

"H-hello, my name is Kazuma Morita. I look forward to learning with you all." I bowed quickly, avoiding their gazes as I expected the worst. Nothing could prepare me for the question that met my ears.

"What's your quirk?"

I looked up, seeing a girl with pink skin and pink hair raising her hand. "Oh, my quirk is… uhm.." What was my quirk? Wasn't it… no that's not right. "I… d-don't remember. I have amnesia, so I don't remember a lot of things, sorry…" I averted my gaze, looking out the window, thinking about just running through it to avoid their judgment.

"Well tell us when you remember, I bet it's super cool!" I could hear the class murmur in agreement. I couldn't help but smile, nodding in response as I was instructed to find my seat next to the window in the center row, next to the pink girl.

Maybe school wasn't all that scary after all.


After finishing lunch with plenty of free time, I made my way outside to enjoy the fall air. It sucked joining midway through the year, but my tutors made sure that I was caught up, or even ahead of the class. Learning felt more like remembering most of the time too.

"Hey, Morita, over here!" I looked over to the voice, seeing the pink girl sitting next to a boy with black hair. "I'm Mina Ashido, nice to meet you!" She extended her hand, smiling at me.

I couldn't stop my hand from shaking as I extended my own. "N-nice to meet you too."

"I'm Eijiro Kirishima, is it true you can't remember your quirk?" Ashido hit his arm for that, an angry look on her face.

"Kirishima, that's rude!"

"What? You told me he couldn't, I wanted to ask the source!"

"Don't just blurt it out! You gotta build up to it! Geez, your brain really is just a rock." Her look turned into annoyance. They're clearly good friends.

"I-it's ok, I expected some people to ask me questions. I don't remember what my quirk is but my mom and aunt have water quirks." I lifted a hand, making a gun shape as I pretended to shoot water. "They won't tell me about mine, but it's probably similar. I can't get it to work though, so maybe it's something else."

Ashido seemed to perk up, standing from her spot and holding out her hand. "My quirk lets me make acid from my skin, kinda like sweat!" She showed the acid coming from her hand, letting it fall to the ground as it burned through the dirt.

I marveled at the display, feeling something beneath my skin pull towards the substance. "How do you make it appear?"

The pink girl thought for a second before snapping her fingers. "It's kinda like goosebumps. I can feel it bubbling in my skin and I just make it come out."

'Water is like acid right? Maybe I need to pull it from in me' I tried to follow her description, feeling the bubbles but unable to will them out, resulting in just goosebumps. "My mom said hers is like moving water from a stream or a cup, but that doesn't work either."

Kirishima stood up, his hand on his chin as he was deep in thought. "Maybe yours is closer to that? What about your dad's quirk?"

Before I could respond, an unexplainable fear gripped my heart, forcing the words back down my throat as I felt like I was suffocating. The seconds felt like minutes. Did I know anything about my dad?

"I don't… know much about him, or I don't remember much." My hands balled up, my knuckles turning white as I tried my hardest to remember anything. It was like all the information I wanted was locked away, and I just forgot the password.

"Ah, sorry, that was unmanly of me." Kirishima rubbed the back of his head, hoping he didn't offend me. He held his arms out, his skin suddenly looking like the surface of a rock. "My quirk is hardening, I can harden any part of my body. It's like flexing to me, so I can do it fast. What if yours is like that?"

"Kirishima, how is flexing gonna make him shoot water? Just cause you make your skin hard as rock doesn't mean you gotta think like one!"

She was right, flexing didn't help either. It was like the water was stuck inside my skin, or the thing wanting to move it was. I could feel it pulling at Ashido's acid too, but only softly. It was like I needed to pull the water to his skin, or pull it from something.

I was pulled from my thoughts by the school bell. Kirishima grabbed his stuff and moved to walk away. "Well, back to class. I'll see you later Ashido, you too Morita." He walked off, leaving me and the pink girl alone.

"C'mon Morita, let's get back to class. You can be my desk buddy when you need help in class, ok?" I followed her back to class, smiling the whole way. I made two friends, and nobody thought I was weird. School wasn't so bad after all.


After classes were through, my mother came to walk me to the train station. I had a tutoring lesson today. The tutors kept saying I didn't need it anymore, but my mother insisted that it was better to be ahead of my classes anyway.

The tutors seemed frustrated though, they didn't like teaching someone who didn't need help. I had gone through a few of them, and they all said the same thing when they quit.

'He already knows all the material, he's just pretending to forget it.'

It used to bother me, because I never knew what they taught in the first place. It just made sense to me the first time they showed me.

But now I wasn't worried about that. I didn't need help in academics anymore, I needed help with my quirk.

"Hey mom, can I have quirk counseling instead of tutoring from now on?" I aced all the tests the tutors give anyway and according to the results, I'm learning from a high school level, sometimes I knew english better than the adults around me. I didn't need the tutoring, not anymore.

My mother smiled at me, yet it didn't radiate the same warmth it usually did. "Sure sweetie, but you still have to have tutoring, even if you don't think you need it. You can't fall behind on your studies." Her voice didn't have the usual confidence.

How could I be worried about my studies when I was miles behind everyone else in quirks? I didn't even know how to use mine, or what it even is. People will start thinking I'm quirkless.

Then it hit me. Did I want to have a quirk for my reasons, or to fit in?


It was a week later when I finally got to see a quirk specialist, and I was terrified. Even if everyone insisted that I had one, I had no way of knowing for sure. Would Ashido and Kirishima still be friends with me if I was quirkless?

I did all kinds of tests, some while connected to a machine. The adult monitoring me never changed their flat expression. Were they unimpressed or were they being professional?

Why were my thoughts so negative?

I didn't even notice that we had moved into an office. The specialist was talking to my mother, showing her some graphs. "We're more worried about these levels of quirk factor. Even when your son was doing nothing, they were still spiking to levels indicating constant quirk use. This is usually only present with mental quirks like increased intelligence." He turned in his chair, grabbing a different set of graphs. "These are the recordings we have from the first time he had these tests. Back then, it was basic water manipulation, pulling it from various sources. It must have evolved and locked itself away as it became too dangerous for his body."

"Then what can we do? It won't hurt him will it?" Her voice was full of concern. The man leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. "It shouldn't pose any danger at this moment, but we would like to keep an eye on him. Normally quirks don't evolve like this in kids so young, so it would help set a precedent for future cases." He passed a couple papers over to my mother before turning to me.

"As for you, think of your quirk as changing from a puddle to an ocean. You could move the puddle before because it matched your size. I recommend that you get plenty of exercise, as strengthening the body can lead to better control."

So that's it. I'm too weak to use my quirk. The words felt relieving, but infuriating at the same time. Was this any different from being quirkless?

It was pathetic. I was pathetic.


The impact made my entire body sting, the cold water nearly forcing me to breath. I slowly sank deeper and deeper into the dark depths. Where was I? How did I get here? I couldn't move, my body didn't listen to the commands I gave it. I was too weak. Too weak to save anybody. Too weak to save myself. The truth was an infinite, crushing ocean.

And I was drowning.


I sat up, gasping for air as I reached for my neck. I could feel the tears running down my face. What was that nightmare?

Everything was sore.

I looked over at the clock, letting out a sigh. With not enough time to get more sleep, I rolled out of bed, putting my house slippers on and walking to the bathroom. I looked myself over in the mirror, seeing light blue eyes staring back at me. I was suddenly reminded of what day it was and quickly turned the shower on. I needed to make sure I was ready for my birthday, especially since it would be the first one I had invited other kids to.

I should be happy, but any excitement I had was buried under a mountain of anxiety. How am I supposed to act at the party?

I stepped into the warm water, letting it wash my worries away.


"Woah, it's Water Hose! You didn't say they were gonna be here Morita."

The few classmates I invited were swarming my aunt and uncle, asking them a million questions. Fortunately Ashido stayed next to me, choosing to admire the heroes from afar.

"So they're related to you?" She asked, idly messing with a party streamer.

"Yeah, relatives on my moms side. They haven't visited in a while because they've been busy with hero stuff." I answered, swinging my feet from the chair I was sitting on. "You aren't going to go talk to them?"

"Nahh, this is your party, not theirs. If you have an aunt that does dancing though, then I might leave you alone!" We both laughed at that.

As I watched everyone else having fun I felt a dull sadness creep up, making my smile drop. Was this normal for a party? Well, most parties don't have pro heroes at them, so it made sense. Everything was fine.

But that didn't ease my nerves, or the pain in my chest.

"Hey Ashido, would you still be my friend if I was quirkless?" I didn't even look at her as I asked the question, keeping my gaze on the floor. Who asks a question like that?

She giggled, slapping her hand on my shoulder. "We're desk buddies! I'll be your friend 'til you get sick of me, then I'll keep buggin ya anyway!" She smiled wide, giving me a thumbs up.

I couldn't help but return both. Her optimism was infectious, and it made me forget what I was thinking about. That and the sudden appearance of Kirishima.

"Morita! Happy birthday!"

At that moment, I hoped things never changed.


A/N: Still deciding on which perspective I prefer, so it might switch depending on the moment. I decided to split this chapter into 2 as well. Chapters will be longer depending on when I feel they should end, so I hope that isn't a bother.

If you liked it, let me know!